We only have two weeks left to pack. (Well, we have three chronological weeks, but we have a trip in the middle.) We just started really packing up in earnest yesterday, and it is beginning to look like we’re moving. Somehow, that makes the move suddenly feel real.
The hardest part of packing, for me, is not the physical packing. It’s the mental sorting through of things. We’ve been setting a lot of things aside to get rid of. It’s crazy the junk people collect. I remember when we first moved into the house I spent my teen years in. One of the outbuildings was full of old theater seating. Red. Who in the world collects these things?! lol Our junk is not that weird (at least to my mind - but then, it’s my junk), but we do have a habit of holding onto things that have far outlived their usefulness.




